Luyện nghe bài hát Live From the D.J. Stretch Armstrong Show

*after 2 minutes of

Yo so let's get the mic burned, it up

[Black
Yes I, it out
It's like, you listen to the
Umbilicle mic, my strikes ya vision
I you through a tunnel of thought, wit no support
Now you got caught off guard, by the number one for the Illa-Fifth
for feelin this, Black Thought yo the skill assisted
By the Mal-ik B, the symbol you remember me to be valid
Disasterous, the master bust this, for the listener
Black Thought yo, I exhibit the
Styles, from the artist, boast strokes of lyrical darkness, enter the
Severin rooms just apartments, ill flavor
I'm a by nature
wit my number one neighbor, Common
>From the city of Illinois, you destroy we bombin, what?
Off the top-a, the dome lyric-al Mr. Trotter
Aiyyo we gotta lotta MC's, on the of this ready to rhyme
So I'm just gon' set go wit mine, rewind, check it out

I sound fairs, relaxed like Dru Down's hair
Other niggas rhymes are like gang signs, I throw theirs
On Knotts I Landed, players get played like
Supposedly nice, for granted like life
I write and drop singles in record pools
Niggas I'm dunkin like when mingle, fuck hip hop jingles
Rhymin big and not sayin shit
The click that you came in wit, the accent you flavor
I got my Tariq, I freak it in the middle of the week
Niggas is weak an' and I start to
Niggas start to leakin, my nigga D an'
I'm foreseein the future, funky for beings
I was the Biz Mark, I bring the noise iller
Com Sense'll be the killer, I spill a
Little bit of to a MC who need a new producer
Got my nigga Y-Not in the and I rock like crack
I'm ready to attack, is Black
understand the intelligence and relevance to this rhyme
I Stretch a nigga all across the line like I was Bobbito or
Com's song'll keep goin, I start the
My flowin is to earth
The is comin through, listenin to cut old school *laughin*
?Tremblin when it down the shoot?

[Pharoahe
(Pharoahe) Yeah yeah (Pharoahe) yeah
(Pharoahe) yeah yo
Always beginnin em, forever blendin them, em again and again
Sendin em back, lettin em that minimum wages
Subliminally befriending em for ac-tivity
Mics I chop like Florida Seminoles wit criminal facts
And milly ac-tually I on your promotional wax
It'll be but only this, what nigga swears he's the nicest
Just he got rhyme of the month twice
Four mic devices, the gem blade the shit slices
Rip-trip-chop-chop-chop and dices,
uh, Absolute uh, Absolute uh (kill it)

Yes, the microphone
My words will your dome
When I'm quick to strike home just like Capone
N-Noreaga, wit The War Report, my orrator will slaughter
Still waitin for the beat to come in, I'm like Satan
Eatin bacon in front of a Muslim, battle you and your cousin
It's the beef for black
When I, yes quick to the wack
When I go from track to track, bouncin in the and coutin
Flowin water from a fountain when I deliver
Like water from a makin you shiver
That's for sore, the connoisseur rippin
Yes, but I'm about to get
You'll a ill reflection from listenin too close to the speaker
When I reach ya, it's gettin clearer, outta the era

[Black
It's like this, we you open like a parachute
Took a of hip hop, it's Absolute
For my man from the House of
And turn it out, aiyyo I do, that's what I'ma bout ta
Do I show you a style and you?
For all competitors, Black Thought comin through the seckle
I'm the superior and you inferior
Let me adjust my voice so you can hear me
Bust rule the,
Pure skills, nuttin but it, all of a
MC's just start to from the rap style
Hey yo let me rewind check it out, it out
Well it's the, style that change formats and forms
I like killa bees for feelin these fantasies
MC's throw a tantrum, I sing the Anthem
Aiyyo it's like this, my thump your preference
You can attempt to reach that where my level is
Thought severin competitives, off the dome top
Yo my microphone stop, my man Com drop

And don't halt, I guess it was my
I came through thick a malt, niggas tried to pour salt
But never the flavor, my shit is accented from Chicago
follow, hold the water bottle
My keep flowin
Now I'm showin this poetry in like a picure
Read the scripture, understood the New Testament
to blessin it
The is like this, where the beat went
I give the silent treatment
They tried to come against me, I told em they wasn't
Rappers I Crush, and Destroy like Stress
Extinction Agenda, Com Sense'll just a-nother
Mothafucker to the bathroom, he have room to shit on the mic
That I had, it's like the nigga Com Sense, I don't a pad
Off the dome, my shit'll like a Greek
I start to speak, and niggas sound weak/week
Like seven days, I take ya seven whole like Tony
Never been a phony, styles like a Pony
Hold ya horses, Com Sense read The
Toss this type of shit that go through, I lost this
One time, it back the rap sunshine
Niggas me like one time
Check it out nig-- my man Absolute is unsigned, to get it on
It's like this the mic yo I sit upon

[Pharoahe
Yo yo, check it out now, one time now, Pharoahe yo
It's not breaks at the bar, if you a star
Wit me and my baby doll you won't go far
I seek the love of Allah, the I lay
Peepin the echelon of light display
Funk distributed rap pro, to facts so
Cleverly put, more revolutions a axel
The sad slow much smoother than Coltrane
Who can cop beats that I chop like
The effortless action wit moves like
Lip, stick and wit mo' satisfaction
And all the while my can pile up
More data than shows all added up
The educated nigga Queens, by any means
Servin any fiends, similar to Supreme
But like steam I will rise to the top to redeem the
For who fiend for hip hop
I pop glock and bla-block and chop spots
top notch cops to bust from a crotch
Positioning, what Absolute, what c'mon c'mon the dome

The word was precision so I get a vision
And makin sentences on top of your
Underground,
Crossin the Mediterranean, water to slaughter
Who catch across the border
across, the window, not a nympho
Lookin at my man, the Jedi duck the lead fly
My man just took a picture, so I snapped it
at the man who got the joint in his back shit, the back shit
I pack but it's never like an automatic
I'm causin static just the opposite of Bounce
I get, mad amounts
Look at my man Bobbito and
I gotta the beat
I'm come off weak 'cause weak is the opposite of strong
I to smoke the bong but now I got the Heineken
It's my turn to again
Don't need to be greedy, I give my old to the needy
Used to graffiti 'cause I got the burner
You might not get but you I pass it back to my man wit the head wrap
Yo

*talking and to end*